“Who is he?”
“His name, Sir, is Potts.”
“Potts! That doesn’t sound like one of your old county names.”
“I should think not, Sir. Potts! Why, Sir, he’s generally believed in this here community to be a villain, Sir,” said the little tailor, mysteriously, and with the look of a man who would like very well to be questioned further.
Brandon humored him. “How is that?”
“It’s a long story, Sir.”
“Oh, well—tell it. I have a great curiosity to hear any old stories current in your English villages. I’m an American, and English life is new to me.”
“I’ll bet you never heard any thing like this in all your born days.”
“Tell it then, by all means.”
The tailor jumped down from his seat, went mysteriously to the door, looked cautiously out, and then returned.